The Butterfly Effect 3: Revelations Page #2

Rebecca Brown,

first girl I ever fell for.

You never thought about

jumping back before?

Thought about it

a hundred times. I just...

But you'd know better.

Sam, this is serious sh*t.

There's two big rules.

You never jump back

to alter your own past.

And you never jump unsupervised.

What if I just go back

and nobody sees me?

If I...

If I do exactly as you

taught me and just observe?

Come on, man.

Let's be honest with ourselves.

Do you really think

that you can go back

and watch your girlfriend get murdered,

- and not intervene?

- I've seen dozens of people

killed right before my eyes,

and I haven't lifted a finger.

Well, this is different, Sam.

You've seen for yourself

what happens if you...

if you break these rules.

Your sister dies in a fire.

You jump back, thinking

you can save her.

And you do.

But what you didn't expect

was that your parents

were gonna die instead.

You try to save one life. You kill two.

How many times you gotta

jump back before you know the rules?

want to do it any more.

Exactly. You know,

you nearly fried your brain.

You can't handle that many overlaps.

It'll drive you crazy.

Can we get another

round here, sweetheart?

Save it, Goldburg.

You gave me an "F"

in freshman physics, remember?

You're never gonna let me live it down.

You start tipping, I might.

Keep the change.

Everybody's happy.

I know it's hard, man.

But for whatever reason,

your girl Rebecca had to die.

And I've had to live with it.

Not saving someone's life

isn't the same thing as killing them, Sam.

No.

But it's close.

You do a good thing, Sam.

You bring a lot of closure to people.

Everybody but myself.

You gotta stop living in the past.

You gotta get this girl out of your mind.

She's dead.

You're never gonna see her again.

And if you want to help

this poor death-row bastard,

then you better find a way

to do it in the here and now.

It's like my ex-wife used to say before she

ran off to Ecuador

with the f***ing gardener.

You gotta live in the moment, man.

This one's on the house.

Thanks.

What is it?

A buttery nipple.

Come on!

Uh! Hurry!

What's wrong?

I'm sorry. I can't.

I just can't.

Come on.

Please.

Vicky, I need to be alone right now.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

Oh, okay.

That's fine.

I really know how to pick 'em, huh?

It's nothing personal.

What?

Are you... Are you gay?

I could introduce you

to my friend Brendan.

He's gay, too. Maybe you guys

could hang out!

Well, I'll be sure to give you his number,

and you can go,

you know, do man things.

Sound good?

Rebecca...

Lonnie...

Hey, Liz. It's Sam.

I changed my mind.

I'll help you out.

You got five minutes.

Hello.

Hey, Lonnie.

Sam Reide. Remember me?

South Pontiac High.

South Pontiac Grizzly Bears.

I'm here to help you.

Look, Lonnie. I know

you didn't kill Rebecca Brown.

Jesus, Lonnie. Say something.

Why are you here?

I just told you.

You here to laugh at me?

No, look, Lonnie.

I know you loved Rebecca.

I know she loved you.

I know what was going on.

She wrote all about it, right here.

What are you trying to do?

We can get a new trial.

Look, Lonnie. I don't think you heard me.

This is new evidence.

The police don't want to reopen the case,

but we can request a stay of execution.

New evidence. New trial.

- You'll be exonerated.

- No.

Do you understand?

- I'm sending this to your lawyer.

- No.

Lonnie, would you just look at the diary!

It was you.

You killed her.

And I've been locked in here for 10 yearsl

And you've been freel

You can't come in here

and do this to me!

You can't pretend

to be the good guy nowl

It's not fairl

It's not fair!

You did it, Sam!

You should be in here!

Let's go. You did it, Sam!

It's not fair!

It's not fair.

I'll never get used to this cold.

So what's on the menu tonight?

Homicide? Rape?

Vehicular manslaughter?

Rebecca Brown.

Sam, what are you doing?

It's okay, Jenna.

Just give me the numbers.

You're breaking the rules.

They're my rules to break.

You can't save her, Sam.

I can do this here, the safe way,

or I can do it at home by myself

and risk everything.

- Sam...

- Either way, I'm gonna do it.

This is a bad idea.

The numbers.

June 6th, 1998.

Murder happened

approximately 12:40 a.m.

on a Saturday.

Who's in there?

I have a f***ing gun.

Liz. Liz. It's me.

Sam?

What are you doing?

No, no, no. It's cool.

No. My parents are

out of town this weekend.

- No, no...

- Come on. I got some wine coolers...

- Becky calls it "b*tch beer."

- Lock the doors...

- You want some b*tch beer?

- Get back in the car!

- I'm not getting back in my car...

- Listen.

You're in danger.

This is serious, okay?

Get in the car.

Okay?

Come on.

Keep the doors locked.

If you see anything, honk your horn.

Okay?

Rebecca?

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Hey, man. You okay?

Who are you?

Paco. You know?

I rent your couch.

I rent out my couch?

It's the recession, pendejo.

- Where are my car keys?

- Car keys?

You don't have a car.

You gotta stop showing up here.

I need the case file on

the Rebecca Brown murder.

This is the last time.

So who's this guy?

He was a suspect

in the Brown murder 10 years ago.

But now he's obsessed with the case.

What, do you think

he might be our guy?

I think he's just a lost soul.

Hey, let's show him the others.

What?

If he's the killer, we'll know.

Paper's calling our guy

the "Pontiac Killer."

You like that name?

What's his pattern?

He tracks young women,

and cuts them apart.

Eight victims so far, that we know of.

It's about one a year.

Any leads?

You got a lot of questions, buddy.

Yeah, well...

You don't seem to have any answers.

Hello?

Jenna. Hey.

Sam.

Where have you been? You okay?

I've been trying to reach you.

Uh, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I just... I need some help.

What's wrong? You need money?

No. No...

Listen.

Jenna, do you remember

Lonnie Flennons?

Of course I do, every time I see

his stupid commercials.

Flennons and Monohan,

Attorneys at Law.

- He's a lawyer?

- Sam.

You need to leave Lonnie alone.

What are you talking about?

Did you jump again?

You did, didn't you?

I thought we talked about this.

Sam, I'm worried about you...

Uh, Jenna...

Don't worry about it, okay?

I'll be by later,

and I'll explain everything.

Okay...

Which office is Lonnie Flennons'?

Do you have an appointment?

- Is it this one?

- Sir, you can't go in there.

Sir! Sir! You can't go in there!

You can't go in there! Sir!

I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry. I told him

he couldn't come in...

It's okay. We're old friends.

Where were you

the night of the murders?

What is this?

Huh? Is this our anniversary?

You come in here, and you ask me

the same question every five years?

I want to know where you were.

You still think I was involved?

Aw, come on.

Huh? Look, everybody knows

Becky and Elizabeth

were victims of the Pontiac Killer.

Jesus. Where you been,

living under a rock?

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